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Ever wondered what lay beneath those “censored” red bars of this now infamous play of “Party Quirks”? Wonder no more.
I’m dying
Send help
(Source: colin-mochrie)
On the topic of One Piece, THIS GAG
WE’RE TALKING LITERALLY A DECADE BETWEEN SETUP AND PAYOFF HERE
and i find friends in things.
the lamps get jealous of the window.
dressers get along like old men.
the bed listens and is always accepting.
the fan is noisy today.
of all my friends the door is my favorite;
constantly protecting me from the reality that lies beyond,
but dont tell the chair this,
for it may ruin our intimate relationship.
Jan 1st 2012
new shirt.
i think it looks nice
clean apartment (which is a first)
theres definitely something methodical about mindless cleaning
phunky beats and star wars headphones
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNw51L2iM3U
perfect weather outside and the day is spent cleaning inside
no complaints tho, the apartment looks better than it did on the day i moved in (my own room excluded)
Thoughts: this photo journal seems out of place on tumblr mainly because i feel it isnt supposed to be for others. it is more of a place holder for myself, a means of documenting my physical and emotional growth over the year.
if anyone does read this or cares it would be cool but i dont need people to justify my actions all the time, this is one of those occasions where its just something i gotta do
happy new year , resolving to try and do a photo blog of the year
this first photo not only shows of my new fsu cup but also allows me to share my thoughts on a years passing. why do we celebrate? i believe it is a method in which we are able to congratulate ourselves for survival, and our resolutions are what keeps us going for another year, constantly telling ourselves “just one more year, just one more.”
and with this i commit to sharing my next year with those who would care
The Departure
Plans were made.
And plans upon plans were made.
Planning for days, upon weeks, upon months,
All in anticipation for one solitary week.
The dreaming and expectations are the beginning of the voyage,
The voyage into worlds never seen through such unique eyes.
It is said that the dreams cannot compare to the real thing
And this is known as the day of departure arrives.
Still, even en route you cannot help but contemplate these mysteries that lie mere moments in the future, separated only by ephemeral hours.
Heart pounding, blood pumping,
Shallow breaths and sweaty palms;
A marathon performed while sitting still sleeping silently in a plane.
Bright lights and a bipolar temperatures,
Stimuli that bombards and confounds.
Breathing is stifled.
But the atmosphere is not to blame,
It is the fear of reality failing to live up to or succeed the expectations which have been built up like walls within the mind.
Landing is like a shock to the heart and you are alive again.
The Arrival
Deep breaths, soak it all in;
The people, the airport, the sounds, the smells, and the light.
In the span of a single hour the world you knew has changed,
Old expectations are discarded like used tissues
Replaced with an unyielding sense of curiosity.
It happens fast but is remembered slowly,
No detail is lost in your picture memory.
With this curiosity comes joy,
With joy there comes understanding,
With understanding comes acceptance,
And with that comes fulfillment.
In this feeling there is no equal.
As the time spent comes to a close
You wish with sad and weary eyes that your stay was longer.
But you are no longer you,
The stay and the journey has changed you,
And even the departure has the power to impose such change on a person.
You are no longer the person you used to be
If you ever were at all.
The Return
No regrets,
Only fond feelings and countless pictures remain.
As the journey reaches its inevitable conclusion
Vows are made in silence to relive this venture,
To continue living without regret.
The trip may have been short-lived,
But the memories,
The hopes,
And the bonds that have been forged
Are undying,
Safely kept within your heart.
Always within your reach.
rock on
